My husband's poetry

Category: Family

  • Flickering light

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    Charlie was a working man retired from the city married late in life had three young children and a wife he did odd jobs for me to pay his rent — His kids liked to play outside under a street light the light began to flicker he climbed the pole to fix it fell and…

  • Used clothes

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    abandoned on a thrift store rack does the garment remember the body that wore it that sat cross legged in sun before we pulled it over your head fragrant sweat crushed grass stains abandoned beside us 1-30-26

  • Waiting for an epiphany

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    Between two lamp posts Santa and Frosty smile and wave One tin soldier stands guard None of them will abandon their post None of us will invite them in Tell them it’s okay They’ve done enough Until next year 1-18-26

  • Family Gatherings

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    poem written to the prompt ‘muted’ ================================ silent dawn, damp wind birds huddle on power lines quiet prayers, solitary walk drive under grey skies pull up in front of house greetings at the door pictures hung on pastel walls missing laughter and corny jokes muted ghosts in empty halls remind us you’re not here 10-27-25

  • Grief

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    I wake in the middle of the night and think of you. I eat oatmeal with blueberries on the porch and think of you. I watch steam rise from my coffee cup and think of you. I cook sausage and eggs for your mother and think of you. I sit in a chair in our…

  • The dance

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    When I was young I had no fear. I dove off bridges into the flooded Wabash, turned off head lights and raced away into the night on acid, hitchhiked across America, stood toe to toe with a cop and a billie club and won. I took my beating from a squad of his buddies in…

  • Prayers up

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    Movers come at 8:30 Junk/Salvage guys at 10 Suitcase is packed Coffee’s hot and fresh Patio is calling one last time Prayers up for Jasmine 9-15-25

  • empty haiku

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    sit on daughter’s deck birds sing in the deep green woods empty bird feeder 9-13-25

  • Feels

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    to get out of your head you go out you get in your feels and leave early sadness is contagious why infect others? 8-9-25

  • Whispers

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    Sometimes, in the midst of something else A disembodied voice whispers – Trust, believe Maybe, my conscience, a parent, our daughter? It whispers, again – Trust, believe Cool breeze touches my cheek Whispers to the tree – Trust, believe 8-8-25